The Forbidden Attraction Between My Uncle and Me

My uncle was a whole lot of fun. I was almost 18, a frisky and pretty thing, with nice boobs and a slender figure. My blondish hair was trimmed short, and whenever he visited, we’d play our little wrestling and tickling game. He’d have a few beers, lounge around, and talk with my parents. I’d often wonder what it would be like to be with an older, more mature man, but he was my uncle, and besides, I wasn’t all that little anymore.

I’d stand in front of my mirror in the bathroom after a shower, admiring my feminine curves and the blond curly hair where my legs joined. In the shower, I’d pay special attention to that area, soaping myself to be as clean as possible, sending little thrills through my body.

One day, Uncle asked me, “Sherry, would you like to go bowling?” I’d been bowling with my school chums and had fun, so going with my Uncle sounded like something new and exciting. “Yes,” I said, trying to sound calm, but inside, I was thrilled at the prospect of being out with an older man.

As we drove to the bowling alley, Uncle asked me about school and boyfriends. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. “Kind of,” I replied. “Well, tell me about him,” he said, and I blushed but told him about my boyfriend.

The bowling alley was quiet, and we selected our bowling balls and started rolling them down the lanes. I was learning all about balls and how to score, but I couldn’t help feeling a little distracted by Uncle’s presence. Every time he leaned over my shoulder to check the scores, I felt a flutter in my chest.

After a few games, Uncle brought us another beer, and I started to feel a little dizzy all over. I giggled and laughed, feeling loose and relaxed. It was a wonderful feeling, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Uncle was thinking.

“Uncle,” I said, leaning into him, “he puts his tongue in my mouth.” Uncle’s eyes lit up, and he asked, “Sherry, you are a beautiful and shapely girl…what else does he do to you? You can tell me. It’s between you and me.”

I hesitated, unsure of what to say, but something about Uncle’s gentle tone made me feel safe. “He tried to put his hand up my dress,” I blurted out. Uncle’s eyes sparkled with interest, and he asked, “Did you let him?” I nodded, feeling a little ashamed, but also relieved to have shared my secret.

Uncle drove us to a secluded area, and parked the car. “Yes, he did,” I exclaimed, feeling a little reckless. Uncle smiled and said, “I’ll bet it felt really good then.” I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my body.

“Do you know the facts of life, honey?” Uncle asked, his voice low and gentle. I nodded, feeling a little scared but also curious. Uncle brought out two more bottles of beer, and we sat in the car, talking and laughing. As we drank, I felt a little dizzy, but also excited.

Uncle put his arm around me, and I leaned into him, feeling his warmth and his fingers on my knee. “Is this how your boyfriend puts his hand up here like this?” he asked, his hand moving up my leg to my panties. I nodded, feeling a little shy but also excited.

As Uncle’s fingers rubbed on my slippery lips, I felt a delicious sensation building inside me. “You’re a wet little girl,” Uncle said, his voice low and husky. I nodded, feeling my legs spring open, and Uncle’s fingers probing and rubbing on my body.

“I’m going to bring you off now,” Uncle said, his voice barely above a whisper. I felt like I was “going off” to some other place, and I was thrilled. My bottom started to shake, and I had a delicious orgasm, my very first, on Uncle’s loving fingers.

“I want to show you something,” Uncle said, his voice filled with excitement. I opened my eyes, and saw Uncle’s penis, stiff and hot, under his zipper. “This is what girls can do for guys,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

“Do you want to find out?” Uncle asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, feeling a little curious but also a little scared. Uncle took my hand and put it on his penis, and I felt a strange sensation, like I was touching something warm and alive.

As I played with Uncle’s penis, I felt a little shocked but also excited. “That feels wonderful,” Uncle said, his eyes closed in pleasure. I kept playing, feeling a little reckless but also curious.

“But there’s more,” Uncle said, his voice low and husky. “Reach below my penis, my cock, to my balls.” I reached down, feeling a little shy but also excited, and touched Uncle’s balls, which hardened and flexed in my hand.

My uncle, a kind and understanding man, had taken me under his wing, teaching me the intricacies of the male anatomy and the joys of intimacy. I had learned to appreciate the beauty of a man’s body, and I was eager to explore this newfound knowledge further.

“Play with them, sweetie, they have the joy of life in them.” My uncle’s words echoed in my mind as I stroked his balls, feeling a sense of wonder and excitement. I couldn’t wait to learn more about the human body and the secrets it held.

As we sat in the car, my uncle’s penis began to pulse with excitement. “Do you want to kiss my penis,” he asked, his voice husky with desire. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but my curiosity got the better of me.

“It’s nice if you kiss my penis and lick off my juices…” My uncle’s words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a surge of excitement. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste the warm, salty skin of his penis.

“Put your mouth around my penis while you are fondling my balls,” Uncle instructed, his voice low and seductive. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but my uncle’s gentle guidance reassured me.

As I sucked and licked his penis, Uncle’s body began to react, pulsing with pleasure. He pressed me down on him, and I felt a rush of excitement as his semen filled my mouth. I swallowed, feeling a sense of wonder and awe at the sheer intimacy of the moment.

The taste of Uncle’s semen was a new experience for me, but it was one I would never forget. As I looked into his eyes, I felt a deep connection, a sense of trust and understanding that went beyond words.

“That was wonderful, Sherry,” Uncle said, his voice filled with emotion. I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, smiling up at him.

As we drove home, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would our next adventure be? What new secrets would we uncover about the human body and the joys of intimacy?

But for now, I was content to simply be in the moment, to enjoy the thrill of discovery and the joy of connection with my uncle.

As we pulled into the driveway, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had learned so much, and I was eager to explore further. My uncle smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he said. “I’m enjoying it too.”

The next few weeks were a blur of bowling and laughter, of secret glances and stolen moments. Uncle and I had developed a special bond, one that went beyond words and into the realm of the unknown.

One evening, Uncle arrived at our doorstep, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Let’s go bowling, Sherry,” he said, his voice low and seductive. I grinned up at him, feeling a surge of excitement. “I’d love to,” I said, bouncing up from the couch.

As we drove to the bowling alley, Uncle’s words echoed in my mind. “We need to talk about things and I need to show you things that we can’t do in a car or at a bowling alley.” I felt a shiver run down my spine, a sense of anticipation and excitement.

We arrived at the bowling alley, but instead of heading straight to the lanes, Uncle led me to a nearby motel. “I’ve got a room for us,” he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a surge of excitement, wondering what lay ahead.

As we settled into the room, Uncle pulled out two beers from the refrigerator. “Want another one?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I nodded, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over me.

We sat on the couch, watching a video tape that Uncle had brought with him. The scene unfolded before us, a woman and a man engaging in a passionate and intimate encounter. I felt my cheeks heat up as I watched, my body reacting to the sights and sounds.

As the video played on, Uncle reached out and took my hand. “You’re a very sexy little girl,” he said, his voice low and seductive. I felt a surge of excitement, wondering what lay ahead.

Uncle’s fingers began to explore my body, tracing the curves of my waist and the softness of my skin. “Your cunt is hot and wet,” he said, his voice husky with desire. I felt a rush of excitement, wondering what he would do next.

“Uncle, are you going to bring me off again?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Uncle smiled at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m going to show you something new,” he said, his voice low and seductive.

He got up from the couch, his eyes locked on mine. “Remember how you licked my penis?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. “I’m going to lick you now,” he said, his voice low and seductive.

I leaned back, my body trembling with anticipation. Uncle’s tongue began to explore my body, tracing the curves of my cunt and the softness of my skin. I felt a rush of excitement, wondering what lay ahead.

As Uncle’s tongue licked me, I felt a sense of release wash over me. I was “okay, okay,” my body surrendering to the pleasure and the intimacy of the moment.

As we lay there, my body still trembling with pleasure, Uncle smiled at me. “You’re my ‘okay girl,'” he said, his voice low and seductive. I grinned up at him, feeling a sense of connection and understanding that went beyond words.